Unorthodox Therapy

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1993, 2009

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Abstract: Marci's new therapist is very effective, but not what Marci
expected 

Marci had been seeing a therapist for a few months, but it didn't seem to be
working out so she asked the woman for a referral. 

The doctor gave her the name of a therapist on the outskirts of town,
commenting, "He might be better suited to delve into your proclivities". 

When she arrived at the new therapist's office, she was put at ease by the
comfortable decor -- even the couch was done in earth tones instead of the
horrid blue leather her first doctor had used. The doctor introduced himself as
Dr. Calvert, and they talked briefly about the problems she was having with
assertiveness and the direction her therapy had been taking with her previous
therapist. With her permission, Dr. Calvert suggested that she work under a
light hypnotic trance to sidestep the blocks she was obviously having
discussing her feelings. 

While under hypnosis, the doctor's skilled questioning brought out that Marci
had been having detailed fantasies about being subservient to both women and
men. The doctor made a few telephone calls, then gave Marci some suggestions
while she was in her trance. When he was finished, he brought her out of her
trance. She felt very relaxed, and although the doctor would not tell her what
she had said under hypnosis he did talk with her extensively about some of the
problems she had been having at work and how she might resolve them. 

That night, while Marci was eating dinner in her apartment, she suddenly felt
hot flashes all over her body. She got up as if dazed, rubbing her arms, legs,
buttocks, wherever the sudden flashes were popping up. She went into her
bedroom and took off all of her clothes except her pantyhose, then found her
instant camera and set it on her dressing table. Setting it up for remote
trigger, she sat on her bed and pinched her nipples until they stood out,
feeling the pressure of her nails run down her belly to make the insides of her
thighs tingle. She bent her knees, pushing them outward, and started stroking
herself through the hose as the camera clicked, rubbing faster and directly on
her clit as her crotch got wetter from her arousal. After she came, gasping and
shuddering, she went over to her dressing table and tossed all of the pictures
into an envelope, took off her pantyhose, put the hose in the envelope as well
then sealed the envelope. Then she put on her nightgown and went to bed. 

For the next few days, Marci went through her normal schedule -- get up, eat
breakfast, go to work, get hassled by the boss, go home, eat dinner and go to
bed. When her next session with Dr. Calvert came around, he quizzed her about
her dreams and asked if anything out of the ordinary had happened in her life.
Marci didn't have anything interesting that she knew of to tell him. Finally he
told her "Doctor's orders, Marci." At the sound of those words, her eyes
suddenly glazed over. "You have been carrying an envelope without being aware
of it," the therapist informed her. "Take it out now." Marci fumbled with her
purse and found the sealed envelope. "You are to give this envelope to anyone
who asks you for 'special information', he continued. "Furthermore, you will
feel a warm aroused feeling throughout your body whenever you obey the orders
of someone in authority to you -- such as your doctor or your boss." 

While he still had Marci under hypnosis, Dr. Calvert tested the instructions.
"Marci, I think you should show me your breasts, and massage my foot with
them." At this command, Marci leaned forward and started removing her blouse
and bra. When her breasts hung free, the doctor extended his foot toward her.
She took it and unlaced his shoe, squirming in her seat as she did so. After
rolling his sock down and off, she leaned forward and kissed the sole of his
foot, then placed it between her breasts. 

The doctor watched, his own breathing becoming ragged, as Marci closed her eyes
and rubbed her breasts against his foot. He could see her areolae darken and
get puffy, evidence that she was becoming aroused. Although his cock was
demanding the same treatment his foot was getting, the doctor ordered Marci to
release his foot and get dressed. She did so, unconsciously rubbing her breasts
as she put her bra back on. He released her from her trance with a final
comment that she would feel very relaxed, and she went back to her office. 

Later, at the office, Marci's boss called her into her office. Ms. Hawthorne
was unhappy with the work Marci had done on a report and wanted Marci to
rewrite it. Marci started to argue, but something in her kept the words from
coming out. Instead, she found herself saying, "Of course I'll do the report
over, if that's what you want." Marci's eyes lidded for a second as another hot
flash went through her, centering in her lower belly. Her boss looked at Marci
quizzically. After a few moments, Marci said "was there anything else you
needed?" The woman behind the desk bit her lip, and told Marci "I believe you
have some 'special information' for me." 

Marci's body stiffened, then she relaxed and reached into her purse to pull out
the sealed envelope. She gave it to her boss without saying anything. Ms.
Hawthorne opened the envelope, looked at the contents, then crossed the room to
lock the door before taking a seat in a chair by her desk. "These are very
pretty pictures, Marci," she said. "I have a pretty pussy that I like to play
with also -- I'd like you to take a good look at it." Marci bent her head, and
responded, "Well, if you want me to do that..." then cocked her head
quizzically. Her boss rucked her skirt up to her waist, showing a red garter
belt holding up her hose and nothing else on. With that prompting, Marci got
down on her knees and moved between the woman's legs, close enough to smell the
musky scent of her cunt. When Ms. Hawthorne said "Kiss it, Marci -- treat it
like you'd play with your own" Marci extended her tongue and teased the labia
apart, sucking each puffy flap into her mouth, then wriggling two fingers into
the woman's cunt while she sucked on her fat clit. At length, her boss stifled
a low moan and came, rubbing herself all over Marci's face. 

"Thank you, Marci," Ms. Hawthorne said as she regained her composure. "That
will be all for now. Remember that I need that report on my desk by Monday
morning." Marci wiped her face absent-mindedly, took the report folder, and
went back to her desk. 

The next time she saw Dr. Calvert, Marci was feeling much better about her job
and the way things were going in life. She was a little concerned, though, that
she felt a little tired in the morning and couldn't remember her dreams. The
doctor put her into trance, and told her to unwrap the package he was giving
her. Marci reached out her hand and the doctor placed a small wrapped box in
it. She unwrapped it to find a moderate size flesh-colored vibrator. At Dr.
Calvert's direction, Marci turned the device on and started rubbing it over her
breasts through her dress. "See how good that feels, Marci?" he told her, "it
makes you feel all warm all over, doesn't it? You really do feel too warm with
all those clothes on, and the vibrator would feel *so* much better without the
cloth getting in the way. With his gentle suggestion, Marci readily removed her
dress, ran the vibrator over her bra-clad breasts until her nipples were
prominent, and then took off her bra to continue massaging her sensitized
breasts. Her eyes were closed as she gave out a low moan. 

"Come, Marci," said the doctor, "your mouth feels empty, and you want to thank
me properly for helping you make your breasts feel good." Obediently, the
hypnotized girl opened her mouth, and her therapist unzipped his pants to feed
her his rapidly growing cock. Marci licked the head, then began a reflexive
sucking action. Dr. Calvert reached down and began rolling one of her nipples
in his fingers, making her moan louder around his rod. "Your breasts are *so*
sensitive," he suggested, "you could come just from playing with them if you
only had something hot and wet in your mouth." Marci stepped up her suction on
his cock, and reached out with her free hand to cradle his balls, feeling them
throb at her touch. 

The doctor started flipping his thumb rapidly against her stiff nipple, saying
"Now, Marci, Now!" As he started cumming in her sucking mouth, she began
shaking all over, dropping the vibrator as she reacted to her own orgasm.
Several drops of the doctor's cum dribbled out of her mouth and down onto her
breasts, where she rubbed it in to extend her orgasmic high. When the doctor
finished cumming, he suggested she lick his cock clean, and after she did so
Marci quietly got dressed again. The doctor brought her out of the trance, but
left her with the reminder that her breasts were particularly sensitive. 

That night after dinner, Marci got into her car and drove to an adult novelty
store. In a voice she barely recognized as her own, she haggled with the clerk
over a pair of crotchless panties and also purchased a lesbian video. When she
got home, she tossed the video on top of a stack of magazines, took off her
skirt and panties, and put on the new pair. Then she called out for a pizza.
While she waited for the pizza to arrive, she pulled the vibrator out of her
purse and turned it on, rubbing her breasts and moaning quietly at the
sensation, then hesitantly placing the device between her thighs. The buzzing
got her juices flowing, and she leaned back heavily in her chair as she moved
the device slowly down to the opening of her pussy. She was wet enough not to
need any lubricant as she pushed it in bit by bit, opening her legs to make the
progress easier. Just as she pushed the last inch into her and started rocking
in the chair around the pleasurable intruder, the doorbell rang. Dazed by the
sensations rolling through her, Marci got up unsteadily and walked bowlegged to
the door. She opened the door on a very surprised pizza delivery boy, who gaped
at her open-mouthed while she fumbled in her purse for some money. 

The pizza boy brought the pizza in and laid it on the coffee table, then moved
deliberately over to where Marci was swaying by her purse. He took her hands
off the purse and placed them deliberately over the end of the vibrator, then
flipped through her purse until he found the cash for the pizza. He stuffed
that into his pocket, made sure the door was closed and locked, then approached
Marci, saying "This is going to be the best delivery tip I've ever had -- you
are really hot!" 

Marci stood in the middle of the room, holding the buzzing vibrator, as the
pizza boy came up to her and felt her breasts through her loose t-shirt. Her
eyes lidded over when he did that as she felt waves of pleasure shoot from his
hands through her nipples and down to her pussy. The boy took off his pants,
revealing an above-average sized cock, and took one of Marci's hands off the
vibrator to wrap it around him. She started moving her hand reflexively in a
slow jacking motion, and the boy licked his lips as he pulled her t-shirt up to
suck on her nipples. The woman's legs staggered, and the boy helped her sit on
the floor, leaning against a chair. He sat next to her, sucking on one breast
while she moved her hand over his cock. When he reached over and prodded her
protruding clit with a fingernail, it was like shooting her with pure
lightning! She sat bolt upright, screamed once, and passed out flat on the
floor. 

"Hey lady?" asked the delivery boy. "Lady? You all right?" It was soon obvious
that Marci was out of action, lying on the floor with a blissful look on her
face while the vibrator buzzed away in her pussy. The boy pulled the vibrator
out and shut it off, then poked an inquisitive finger into her swampy pussy,
moving it around and pulling it out with a "sluck!" sound. "Well, I guess she's
in no mood to say no," he thought. With that settled, he bent her knees and
aimed his cock at her well-used pussy, replacing the vibrator with something
more substantial. 

He sucked in air noisily when he found out how tight she was, and settled on
top of her, playing with her nipples as he moved in and out. He liked the way
her nipples got long and hard when he tugged on them. After a few minutes, as
he was slowly coming to a boiling point, Marci's eyes and mouth both opened and
she focused on him briefly. "OOhhhhh," she moaned, and the surprise of it
combined with Marci's sudden attempt to close her legs made him cum hard and
fast in her as Marci's eyes rolled back up and she started quivering under him.
When he was finished, he took the dildo and put it back into her sloppy pussy
to keep his cum from staining the carpet under her. "Call me anytime," he said
-- but he didn't really think she was listening. 

Late that night Marci came to, her muscles sore and her mind foggy with a
half-remembered dream. She reached down to pull out the motionless vibrator and
wondered at how slushy she was, but her fogged brain discarded that line of
thought as she went in to shower and get to bed. 

At the office Monday morning, Marci finished up the report her boss needed
despite having to go to the coffee bar every half hour or so. She didn't
understand why she was so tired, since she'd gotten a good six hours of sleep.
Just before lunch Ms. Hawthorne asked her to bring the report back to her
office. When Marci got there Ms. Hawthorne was standing with another woman
Marci didn't recognize. "This is Jan Carlton, Marci," her boss told her. "Jan
is from our Western division and is very interested in the report you've
brought." As Marci handed the report over, her boss added "And she's also very
interested in what you carry in your purse, Marci. It would make me *very
happy* if you would show your *special items* to Jan." 

Marci looked at her boss oddly, then her vision seemed to blur slightly. She
felt hot all over, and when she opened her purse to look inside she found that
she had brought her vibrator to work! She stood stunned, trying to remember
when or why she had done that, when Ms. Hawthorne continued, "I really want you
to show us how you use that, Marci!" Marci closed her eyes, feeling the heat
run through her body centered on her breasts and her cunt, then drew the
vibrator out of her purse. She licked the end of it tentatively as Jan gasped
and her boss smiled. 

Marci turned the device on and drew it across her bosom, feeling the buzzing
through her blouse. Her boss came up behind her and turned her to face the
newcomer, saying "Here, let me help you Marci, you know you will feel better
without this extra cloth." Ms. Hawthorne's fingers flew down the buttons on the
back of Marci's blouse and unsnapped her brassiere as well, so when Marci
leaned forward the clothes came off as one and she stood again naked from the
waist up. Ms. Hawthorne reached around her to take her hand and place the
vibrator between Marci's breasts, rubbing it against first one and then the
other. Marci gasped and moaned as she felt her breasts swell and swing in the
office air, the massage felt so good that she lost track of where she was and
what she was doing. 

Jan came up to her and ran her hand up between Marci's legs, finding her
panties already damp. The newcomer wriggled her finger underneath the leg band
as she urged Marci's legs apart, and began slowly stroking her finger in and
out of the dazed girl's pussy. Marci's breathing was slow and heavy as the
other two women removed her shoes, knee-highs and panties, and laid her out on
the floor. Jan took off her shoes, pants and panties, and stood frigging
herself as Ms. Hawthorne moved the vibrator at random between Marci's nipples,
the soles of her feet (her breasts really shook when they did that) and her
rapidly moistening pussy. As Ms. Hawthorne suggested "Marci, your tongue feels
very thick, don't you need to suck on something?", Jan kneeled down over
Marci's mouth. Marci opened her mouth and tasted her boss's friend, shuddering
as the vibrator reached another sensitive spot. 

Ms. Hawthorne left the vibrator buried deep in Marci's pussy, then walked
around to sit next to her friend. The two women kissed as Jan hunched over
Marci's probing tongue and Ms. Hawthorne fingered her friend's clit until she
came. As her friend writhed over Marci's face, Ms. Hawthorne reached around to
pinch Marci's nipples, and the girl started cumming herself, jumping only
slightly more when her boss yanked the vibrator suddenly out of her. After Jan
and Marci had both been cleaned up a bit, Ms. Hawthorne mentioned that she
would need Marci's assistance on a special business trip over the weekend.
Marci said that she would be available, and returned to her desk, forgetting
all about the vibrator. 

For the next few nights, Marci slept restlessly but was unable to remember her
dreams in the morning. She knew, however, from the sticky condition of her
pussy that she had been fingering herself in her sleep. When Friday finally
arrived, her boss called her to ask that she meet her after work at an address
on the north side of town. The day went slowly, and Marci found herself rubbing
her legs together frequently to relieve a feeling she couldn't quite place.
When the workday ended, she got in her car and drove to the address her boss
had given her. It was a modest townhome with several cars parked out front. She
walked nervously up to the front door and rang the bell. She was relieved to
see a familiar face as her boss opened the door and escorted her in. 

Her boss turned her around to face a group of people, closing the door behind
her and running her hand familiarly over Marci's ass. "This is the one," she
said to the group, and reached around Marci to undo the buttons of her blouse,
whispering in Marci's ear "I really want you to show everyone how pretty you
are!" Marci's faint attempt to protest at this cavalier treatment died with
those words, and she felt herself getting flushed as her boss's nimble fingers
plucked at the buttons and took the blouse off. Her boss held her breasts up,
rubbing them through the bra, then unclasped the back and removed that garment
as well. Marci's nipples were prominent and her areolae were a dark brown,
showing everyone in the room how turned on she was becoming. 

Her boss pulled the front of her skirt up to show off the crotchless panties,
and as several of the people in the room began talking, Marci's boss began
probing her already-wet pussy. She slid her fingers up and down Marci's
engorged labia, and when her hand moved up to Marci's clit she came -- hard and
loud, leaning back with lidded eyes as her boss supported her. Some of the
people in the room came over then, touching her breasts, feeling her ass,
helping her boss pick her up and move her over to lie on the sofa. Marci heard
voices, but they were all fuzzy in the haze of her arousal -- her breasts, her
pussy, her whole body seemed to be hot. She heard without noting the phrases
"sweet cunt", "Tokyo clubs", "good price", but before she could focus on what
was happening around her someone's tongue delved into her pussy and she was off
on a cloud of lust again. 

Her boss picked up a phone and dialed a number. When the other end was
answered, she said "Thank you, Doctor Calvert. Your therapy has been a great
success." 

/END/